In one week it’s July the 4
The world is fine, I throw open the doors
Start a celebration of a different kind
Opening the house, heart and mind
Building the life I had dreamed
Long before it was lost to quarantine
Joyous marking of independence
From oppression, from history from poverty’s menace
Finally it would mean something
Beyond the noise of mortars erupting
I’ve had freedom’s riches all my life
Come over and share what’s mine
Tell me of the wrongs and plight
Let you anger burn into the night
It’s but 7 days, so close it would seem
But the personal revolution is but a fantasy
Typed onto the screen